We're all one big happy family here on Snow Goose, which was named because Snow Goose mate for life (and Mike will have this boat for as long as they both shall live.)

Yesterday our crew had its first little miscommunication. Greg and I hopped aboard a panga to go see "land's end". We arranged to meet Captain Mike in shore at "the Office". Of course, "the Office" is a beach bar directly in front of where we are anchored.

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After 4-beers of waiting, Greg and I gave up on Mike. Later we learned that Mike was waiting for us at the Marina Office. (And I do my damnedest to stay away from that place.)

The Snow Goose crew is all clear now that future meeting points will be at bars where the person waiting can keep themselves occupied with a cold "cerveza." No worries though, we found Mike at another bar. Cabo isn´t big enough to get lost.

We've been gorging ourselves on $1 fish-tacos and yesterday Greg had two lobster tails for $9. The waiter added: "If you buy the cook a drink, he might give you a bigger lobster."

For the donation of a Mexican malted-beverage, Greg got a plate of lobster. Only in Mexico!